Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.